She was seeing him in his element; Sanji hadn't gone to sea to sit around a kitchen and be a waiter, after all. Despite the size and strength of these bastards, they were really nothing more than cannon-fodder, and he was not wasting any of his best moves on them. At least, he wasn't calling his shots. That was for one-on-one, when he had the breath for it.

The busted rib was going to hamper him, though. He had powers fueling him, mending the wound slowly and boosting his stamina, but they weren't magic. He didn't miss a step but more claws found him before he could dodge, now. He got knocked over a few times, but went to his shoulder and rolled out of it, protecting that soul orb all the time. That one occupied hand remained close to his body, while the other he didn't mind planting on the ground or the sticky shoulder of a spawn in order to give his kicks new and exciting leverage. At last he was face to face with just one, and this one knew how to dodge him. "Oh, you want a real fight?" he taunted it, pausing and sizing it up. Dripping with sweat and blood, he was driven by adrenaline to take it on all the same. "All right, then. Come at me, if you can."

[ooc: oooooo enjoy your shenanigans!]